Fashion

Fashion

(“On the hems of the robe they worked pomegranate designs of blue, purple, scarlet and fine twined linen.” Exodus 29:24)

Imagine my fashion stitched with sunshine,
catching each ray like a reflection of a full moon’s eye,
shadows form faces, dunes scribble delicious etchings
on the fabric alive with only summer’s smile.

Imagine the harvest-wear, a sort of off-the-rack
repertoire of salad and fruit. Style plucked fresh
from the vines and trees, spun and weaved
like fragrance within each strand.

Imagine the dress that must be reaped to please,
the shirt gleaned daily, attired like
Sunday on the back of a newly pressed day.

Imagine the taste required to offer a collection
of new-mint and plum-fresh scent
that said more than bells clanging metal to metal.

What if what we wore were the products of
the flower’s last petal, and the fruit’s final
full and ripe day upon the vine.